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IRELAND
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.While I'm poring over a map, a lively Irish lass of 16 offers
me a walking tour through her village, where colorful tea roses bloom in
each home garden. "We're in a competition to be the prettiest floral town
in Europe," she proudly explains. Then she points to a boy tightrope - walking
a fence rail. "That's me boyfriend, but he doesn't know it yet." Later,
perspiring and short of breath, I climb into a hedgerown and quickly pass
into deep sleep. I wake up groggy, hearing a tractor sputter as it noisily
hacks the shrubs with gigantic mechanical clippers! I get out fast! No more
sleeping in hedgerows! Instead, I paint them. But I am so tired, short of
breath,weak...
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